A small place is as big as the world.
Today I decided to write some more about my background….indulgent? I guess it is.
There are several reasons for doing this; none I hope is from some form of Narcissism. I wrote in the early part of this blog I wasn’t previously convinced that many if not most blogs were actually written by people simply wanting to air their stuff in the belief that their day-to-day trivia would really interest others. I believed many bloggers are simply sufferers of NPD
My view changed when I explored blogs further and found myself reading more associated with social commentary world events and simply providing information. I decided and wrote that I had probably been previously too judgmental about blogs in general. This was because there are so very many great blogs out there that I find I am in absolute awe of their content, their look and feel the writing ability and the knowledge of the writer. I constantly feel humbled and as an excuse for my efforts have to tell “I am no academic”
Bob Carr’s blog Thoughtlines is one that really impresses me and I am embarrassed to even consider being in the same space. It is the one of note that comes to mind as I write now.
Many of the political blogs make me feel quite lacking especially as in mine I will revert to my personal legal challenges soon to be launched battles in the Family and District Court. Oh that I possessed the strength to confine my writing to just political thought, with the odd post about sport culture or foody things.
But I am not just up to it! I just do not have that strength of character. I wish I did. It is simply that the salvos of my personal affairs were first published by another in their blog and the content of those postings were so untrue I needed to have my say
Am I also a self-important Moron: Perhaps
I have seen and read several blogs over the past months that are shamelessly plagiarist. One I’ve read focuses on film and book reviews so obviously taken and cobbled together from several other written sources. We are not talking research we are talking about copying You can fool some people sometime but you can’t fool all the people all the time .
There are food blogs that are simply glorified recipe books where the recipes are taken straight from cook books. Unless you are a chef or really creative in the area why bother except to boast.
However on review again of many blogs I do find justification in my original thought that the vast majority have no theme and are pure unadulterated self-indulgent gossip and glorified twitters They have nothing of value to add to the planet other than they are written as communication to keep in touch with friends who are equally lacking in any real content for their lives.
How arrogant am I….. but really who the hell cares if you write anonymously if you painted a brown chair black or you just want to publicise accusations of your Boss improperly flirting with you. I think the worst I have read is when people blog just how much their children annoy them and still there are people who read such stuff ans still consider them to have some intellect and to be worth knowing.
In one blog I read how a mother had forcibly washed their child’s mouth out with soap and water. I still rack my conscience about whether I should report this abuse. I still might or better ask some friend who live but a stone throw away go make a visit to express their disgust
In my blogging I often find myself giving me a big kick but the need is there to write and share the injustice and post a warning over the way I was treated in a very recent relationship. I am not sure there is a single reason why I feel like this but having spent over 5 and a half years with a deceptive and especially cunning and manipulative partner who I now intellectually understand was just after every last cent they could extract from me to the point of even hacking into my Qantas frequent flier account changing the email notification and nicking all my points enough to fly to the local Supermarket and back.
So why write about it here? Isn’t that being equally self-absorbed? Probably! The big issue for me was they went public and involved a multitude of people including my community friends in their nonsense. They have continued to do so and gossip what they believe are private conversations. I feel compelled to write again.
This space is my way of countering again the rubbish that had been written about me and the discussions (gossip) that is still taking place. My chronicle here eases hurt it is cathartic and Fuck; it feels right to do so. The Courts too will have their place in the matrix of justice but for now as that process trundles slowly on so I sit down and write.
I also wanted to write today (and these were the original 2 main reasons) because I went to a Care Lever Australia Network (CLAN) gathering on Saturday in Bankstown. It was for the opening of the organisation Head Office.
I was less than impressed with the mutual Political back slapping that dominated the proceedings and it added in my opinion little for the dignity of the forgotten Australians. Sadly it seemed totally focused on the children from care in Australia at the exclusion of those who were forcibly migrated here from the UK. Thankfully I am neither but I now know from my time in the National children’s home came very close to being one.
A discussion with Ken Loach “Oranges and Sunshine”
However there are many of us already separated from our folks who regularly saw our elder defacto brothers and sisters being suddenly be part of the disappeared. We lost these defacto siblings forever. Something I would like to do is to get the Australian and British Governments to take the apology to the third stage . An apology for all those left behind now also forgotten in the UK. They need their apology also.
At the CLAN event we had several members of Parliament invited there as speakers and one who couldn’t attend did so by video link.
I think it was fine to have the building opened by a Political dignitary but for the proceeding to then be totally dominated by Politicians was plain wrong. We were subjected for the next hour and a half to politicians promoting themselves. I have been around politicians long enough to see through most of the bullshit. I found it was patronising in the extreme and I don’t think it afforded real dignity to the attendees
My expectation had been that the building would be opened by a dignitary and then there would be a general milling about. This did happen later but the moment when this was appropriate to do was missed due to the Political grandstanding mainly by the Conservative Politicians
“Oh what a good chap am Oh how I know what is must have been like and what poor fellows you are” seemed to be the underlying theme.
Well I think I saw through that and it’s wasn’t good. Even when I arrived I saw 2 seats in the front row which I went to plonk myself on…Well just one but I had taken my original Teddy bear for the day 🙂
Nah I wasn’t an important dignitary so not for me so sorry up the back row… The dignitaries should have been comfortable sitting amongst us but now even now after the “apology to the forgotten ones” superior status was given its head. We are just the sorry ones.
One of the very worst “faux pas” by a politician ever then occurred. It was one of the most embarrassing I have ever seen given the sensitivity of the audience and occasion…it went like this
This Politician a liberal (Conservative) claimed in his speech to have read a book written by an ex Care Lever. I should add he did say he did time in a home. While on the platform he said looking directly at the author “Now so and so is a great successes story. I found his book fascinating and what is great is that so and so went on to becomes what was it? A sociologist or psychiatrist”
“Neither came back the reply. I’m a Dr of Chemistry”
Now how could you get something as simple as that so wrong? Only if you are a Liberal (conservative) politician I guess. IDIOT
How embarrassing
Later as we were walking to a barbecue area and me clutching my Teddy Bear from the National Children’s home (that has been with me since 1951) this same politician was behind me.
He asked what’s that referring to the bear ?
pIC
I turned my head and said “My bear” “Yep he goes with me everywhere across the world
(which is NOT STRICTLY TRUE but as the day was special and he takes pride of place in my house so I decided to be brave and take him along with me and fib a bit).
Not knowing from what side of politics this Politician was from I chose to say “see the red scarf that cos he is a Communist Pioneer”.
Had to get a response one way…Yes NO?…No
He looked extremely perplexed…
So I repeated it ….Umm I thought either way by his reaction he thinks I’m really am odd at best or something else…a bikie perhaps
So me claiming not to be odd and in need of mental support; I had a bubble thought “not a very friendly chap”. After all the bear was a perfect way to engage anyone either side of the political divide but not this Politician.
Only when I got home did I discover he was a conservative…so I guess he can’t help it. From his speech I got the impression he perhaps was only there for his own agenda His by the way he promised to wrap up a good half-dozen times
I will be watching his political performance from now with great interest. I have invited him to be a Facebook friend so I may have to eat my words here if I am wrong…..Not wrong
Another Politician I should mention is Malcolm Turnbull. Now poor Malcolm got all flushed when I simply wanted as I told him “as a member of the extreme real left of the ALP thank him for his kind words and efforts for the “forgotten ones”. He was completely gob smacked and another who looked at me very oddly. He couldn’t get away quick enough.
Oh happy day 🙂
There was another Politician I got to speak to however who was a delight. This was Claire Moore. What can I say lovely engaging down to earth and was just great to chat with. I didn’t know then she is a Labor Senator. It’s the difference between the genuine and the opportunist?
So now to the other reason for today’s blog. It is simply that in light of Saturday I wanted to share the following which I first penned in October 2006 with *items in brackets have been added since then.
It is called A small place is as big as the world. just a story about my early childhood…
it goes like this.
****My fondest childhood memory I have is of a big kitchen in the children’s home at Harpenden.
To recap what I have written here before on this blog when I was born my Mother had tuberculosis so…….we were separated.
I always recall how my Mother would tell me years later how it was when she was only able to see me through a glass screen …hung by a nurse upside down by the legs. It was the closest she was able to get to me due to her recurring illness. How hard that must have been for her.
That kitchen was huge ……………but then I was just a little boy and so was the home…..huge……….The largest in the UK I understand… Today a kitchen dinner table is still a most comfortable place I find myself to be. A perfect substitute is a large dinner table that is usually found in most large homes like 22a ???????? (my parents home in Hastings). Unfortunately for my Mother she had to stay in hospital so she had to suffer an immediate separation from me. We never did that bonding thing.
Licking the cake mix bowl was my biggest treat. The finite details are not so important now but I know that when I first see a big country house and large dining room tables I am always transported back in a moment.
I have vague recollections of Olaf (my father) visiting me and I do recall the red speed boat made that is seen in a picture of me on the homes balcony.
Douglas (my half-brother) kindly found the picture for me. I remember the day I left the home clearly as night follows day. My house Mother and I said our final goodbyes. I still remember vividly that moment peering through the back window of what I believe to be the Austin 8 though I expect it was the Austin 7 below.
I have one picture of her Sister Riva, not a direct shot as it is essentially of me. (Since the original writing of this I have found another)
It is however my second most favorite possession. What is my first? Well maybe you will let me show you one day. It is a picture……….well 2 actually. Though over the years I have secured 3 family mementos 2 of which. I brought back to give [my] Mother.
So there I was leaving my home that day for my new one……………and in reality my truth is that I still haven’t arrived yet after 4 decades of wanting though 71 (my London house) came close to it. But sadly it is gone which is why I found it [hard] to return to the area. (Though I have done since via Google maps)
My journey is still the road and sometimes I feel lost at times (as I did last August 2010)
I have some great memories like when Doug my brother would take me to the pictures or Frances my sister would bath me.
My den my bedroom was “my” place. It was tiny. My cupboards such as they were; [were] fashioned from orange boxes. Probably 4 of them that stood and measured probably just 4 feet x maybe one and a half or so.
My bear, we all had one didn’t we? He yes a he, was a hand-me-down still clothed in my NCH children’s home uniform which he still fashions today. No fur (our dear sister had shaved and cut it). He is worn bare with the straw stuffing poking through in parts like his snout. Back then I recall he had no nose, one eye hanging by a thread, only one leg, only one hand hanging loosely and held on by a hinge of sacking cloth. No ears too. Today I was able take some great shots and when I return (to the UK) he will go back with me.
Remarkably with all those missing parts like any sea-faring adventurers with wooden stumps for legs or hooks for arms he was to travel far and wide. He was the captain of my ship, which was my bed as we travelled the stormy sea. My bed was often the life boat to rescue other seafarers less fortunate than us. The actors some were animals “all stuffed”
A hedgehog
Another smaller blackish brown bear…I also think was a “Steif”
A seal, ( the one I had the fight over # see Schoolyard Bully)
A golly and a knitted cowboy (made by my Mother)
A rabbit with blue trousers…must have been Peter
and me of course went around the world and we all traveled through time.
My little place my room my den was where we would fight the Indian repelling them from my little bedroom now a fort My bedroom was actually what used to be called a box room We would do battle with the invading Norman with the occasional foray as one of Cromwell’s men to fight the Royalists in the Civil war. We landed at Normandy too.
What we achieved was really heroic….ah just a little boy’s dreams
With Cars traced from books and stuck on to card I would race at the Monaco Grand Prix. The track was a cracked linoleum floor and was witness to some of the most remarkable moments in (motor racing history. There were Ferraris Alfas and the British too with their Lotus (me) and the striped Coopers or the BRM …ALL both resplendent in the British Racing Green and the Lotus with its yellow wheels which I loved.
I even built ships from a sack of old blocks of building wood to do battle at Trafalgar. Yes we beat the French and later time traveled to the Pacific to beat the Japanese. We even mined for coal under the bed.
My bed might be a wagon racing across the plains to open the Wild West. I was also the sheriff of Tombstone arresting the outlaw.
My bedroom floor was a tiny place that was as big as the stadium at Wembley. The crowds watched as mini pictures of hand drawn soccer players flicked a ball made from a roll of paper precisely one inch square made into a ball. The shots were into goals made from a single shoe (whose sole always leaked in rain) at each end of a threadbare Persian mat.
“The Scots to beat the English?” We always did after all we are a warrior race and the best in our Royal Blue.
My little Paraffin stove kept me warm; enough to melt the ice on inner side of the window and cause Jack Frost to slip away.
It was my place and to venture out even to the toilet was a journey I often couldn’t make. The other side, that dark side of the door was often a terrifying foray to the other side * [of the bedroom door] Often all of the world it seemed was so unkind. “They say” “suffer the little children not” but we always do and we do and we did and no one knew.
I was approved in my place my den, no arguments there. My animals all stuffed came to life to offer their friendship and join my gang. They approved of my world and that was all that mattered. And then there was my dog “bruin”
But at eight he was gone and yet he remains in my memory as vivid as ever. He had cancer I was told but we made our pact. I promised that he wouldn’t go (in that I failed) but in the other I kept my word that there would be no Shaggy dog to replace him ever. How could there be?
I have kept my promise…….and sometimes even as I read this now I am embarrassed just how I still feel. Its the child within
So all of that is why I have never had any grandiose plans for wealth.
This is why I am comfortable in my little place I now live because to venture into one [very] large takes me to a place from which I was removed and I loved and a cannot easily face a return to….. however brief.
I am always in awe of large places and wealth. Because the leaving takes too long, the memories hard to erase and the journey; my journey to another home still continues today.
Sometimes I have ventured back to ask “why”.
I am happy now I know and *I approve of that. I have done well I think. I brought my son up as his primary care giver until he was 9….and there is more to tell….but I will stop there….for now.
So now you know why “a big place is a small place and a small place is as big as the world we imagine”.
Perhaps this poem by Pablo Naruda the poet murdered by Pinochet sums up my life from its high point in 2007 until its lowest in 2010
And that is why I have to go back
to so many places in the future,
there to find myself
and constantly examine myself
with no witness but the moon
and then whistle with joy,
ambling over rocks and clods of earth
with no task but to live,
with no family but the road
For 13 days in August 2010 this poem became a reality as I was again free.
The story was written just as a narrative Just some innocent ramblings I decided to share it some 18 months into my relationship with my ex I did it when I felt confident decided finally it was time to share it with my best friend and partner. There was nothing in it other than it was about me and I wanted to share it with a special person. I drafted it a few months after the death of my Mother.
*When I arrived home approval for anything was not something that was readily given for a job well done around the house. I think that is something to do with the era of the 60s. I think we as parents hopefully have learned from this. I think we are much more inclined to express our love and rewards much more than parents did in the 50s and 60s
But in any event now I was A MAN so some Bo Didley
Unfortunately I was to be reminded of this in Canberra throughout my stay of over 3 and a half years there. There was little recognition (yet) for all the money and work I did to maintain and improve the home and property of my friend.
12 July: It is now a matter that will eventually go before the Courts and painfully so as it requires a toughness that I don’t admire in anyone let alone me.
After drafting “A Little Place” in March 06 I completed it to share secretly with someone special and without doubt they were special. To be frank I guess there was an element in me that was wanting some recognition and validation of “how well” I may have turned out; tough (I kid myself a lot:-) kind and gentle ” Yes I think that was it ……..but certainly not sympathy seeking …I’m too much a lad and a bit “flash” for that and it was written after 21 years of a very single and happy life. I was established and 18 months into a terrific 101 relationship.
The rest of “my story” you may have already picked up around this blog was rarely ever touched on. I was very happy and it was a very forgotten part of my life.
For good and bad I decided to write about me very personally again in this blog today yet again in response to continuing back yard gossip, blogging and tweeting about me. An example of which I did post here as an illustration. I removed it because my anger about it has subsided and but leaves me now with the question of them
“Why did you need to do any of it “?
Writing this day was Cathartic.
Whatever …… it is just my story some more ” A Story about a boy”
I think you get the picture
And while we have the Pretty Things here is their biggest hit from the 1960s enjoy











































































































Symbol of the Russian Worker & Peasant
Just some examples included in my life time are Vietnam, Chile, Guatemala, British Guiana, Congo, Grenada, Dominican Republic, Lebanon, Greece, Venezuela and Argentina. There are other cases where countries have been attacked on the premise that they are not democratic but as they don’t “tow the line” but have resources like oil, are part of a critical “pipeline” to move oil or are rich in minerals. They are ripe for intervention. Today this is includes Libya and Afghanistan.
For my thought on Libya please see some of my earlier posts on the Subject.
Andy Warhol Hammer & Sickle
However this blog the timeline is from 1917 and deals with the Russian Revolution.
As I have written in a previous blog post I admire Bob Carr and I am in awe of his knowledge and when I read his articles I am reminded of my own lack of education. However in response to one of his most recent post “Back to Stalin” 17/07/11 I felt compelled to respond.
I know my view is not popular and it is with some discomfort that I write; but I am passionate about the subject and have always held a minority view. That said this is not an apology for Stalin but an expose of how it was that a person such as he was given the conditions to rise to power and the responsibility the West played in that process by militarily ( covertly and overtly) interfering in the affairs of a Sovereign state.
In my post I deal only with facts and the sources are many. I have worked solid on this for several days. Defensively I write again “I am no academic”
I hope you find it interesting and revealing.
The premise of the assertion that the November revolution in Russia is coup is wrong. It was the final step in a long path of events that were occurring throughout the period of the seizure of power by the Provisional Government in February of 1917 from the Tsar. Russia was without any democratic institution and had been an absolute Monarchy.
The circumstances of the Revolution are these.
The Tsar was overthrown by a popular uprising and a provisional government installed. There is much more detail that could be written around the cicumstances but today I wan to get to the heart of the matter ; the seizure of power by the Soviets.
Kerensky, the leader of the Provisional Government at the time, not only feared the Bolsheviks but also Russia’s Allies — Britain, France and United States — who were intent on keeping the bedraggled Russian Army in the 14/18 War. Also at risk was the prospect of Ukrainian wheat, Donet’s Coal and Caucasian oil falling into German hands.
Kerensky attempted to persuade the Russian Army on the verge of breaking up to continue the war. He ordered another catastrophic offensive. The response was that troops deserted in ever-increasing numbers. Everywhere behind the lines the deserting soldiers were forming themselves in to committees what we all now know as Soviets.
At the time the whole of Russia was one gigantic meeting place for Anarchists, pro-allied propagandists, Bolsheviks, Social revolutionaries Liberals and Mensheviks. It was in chaos.
Revolutionary Art
Lenin’s Party, the Bolsheviks, had been declared illegal by Kerensky and forced underground, but was growing in power with the support of the soldier and worker committees. The Cheka (initially the revolutions intelligence arm) wasn’t formed until December 1917 when it became apparent that there was a requirement to counter ration card and currency forgers and as a counter to the remnants of the Tsar’s secret Police The Okhrana.
Gapon
The Okhrana in 1905 was to the fore of the Bloody Sunday demonstration, when imperial guards killed hundreds of unarmed protesters who were marching during a demonstration organized by Father Gapon, who had collaborated with the Okhrana.
Bloody Sunday 1905
Some might argue this could be likened to some of the events that are occurring in the Middle East and North Africa today. Part of the debate today is whether as an example the rebels in Libya are indeed revolutionaries, Islamist Jihadists or simply stooges of the Imperial Oil/Gas interests with a bunch of mislead youths caught up in the “romance of it all”
Bloody Sunday 1905
Back to Russia: Against this chaotic background in 1917 the Menshevik government found itself incapable of feeding the people while grain was stored in the warehouses along the Volga River. The Kerensky government found itself incapable of organising delivery to Petrograd and Moscow.
At the centre of this was Roosevelt’s man in Russia working for the Red Cross, Raymond Robins, who though immediately reporting to a Colonel Thompson found after touring the countryside that the organisation of local government had completely broken down and that power had already been transferred to the local councils of peasant and worker deputies (The Soviets)
Raymond Robins “My Own Story”
Robins reported back to Thompson that the Kerensky Government was a “sort of paper and consent affair superimposed on top with bayonets in Petrograd and Moscow”.
However Kerensky believed in the continuation of the war, and to that end the allies believed he should be maintained in power. At the same time the head of the British intelligence service had returned to London to suggest a military dictatorship was the best answer for stability and keeping Russia in the war.
Raymond Robins
There were 2 men identified to lead this coup — Admiral Kolac and General Konilov, Commander in Chief of the Army. The British and French Governments decided on Konilov. This was actually opposed by the US representatives in Petrograd, Thompson and Robins.
An attempted putsch then took place which commenced with a proclamation by Konilov that the Provisional Government headed by Kerensky would be overthrown.
At that point thousands and thousand of leaflets were distributed entitled “Konilov the Russian Hero”. (Years later in his book The Great Catastrophe, Kerensky revealed that “these pamphlets were printed by the British Military Mission to Russia and brought to Petrograd by General Knox the British Military attaché .
Konilov
Konilov ordered his troops to march on Petrograd and it was this that was the real[attempted] military coup. Even before the Red Army was formed, General Kornilov promised, “the greater the terror, the greater our victories.”
Petrograd Troop Train
On its own initiative the Bolshevik controlled Petrograd Soviet then mobilised and immediately arrested all known supporters of Konilov including some 40 Generals and Kerensky’s Minister for War, Boris Savinkov who was implicated. The Konilov Putsch triggered the very thing it was designed to prevent: the revolution and seizure of power by the Communists.
Konilov and Savinkov
In his book Raymond Robbins wrote “The rise of the Soviets did the job without any force, this was the power that defeated Konilov”
The US Ambassador Frances of the time sent the following telegram to the U.S. State Department:
“KONILOVS FAILURE ATRIBUTIBLE TO BAD ADVISE, MISINFORMATION, IMPROPER METHODS, INOPPORTUNENESS, GOOD SOLDIER, PATRIOT, OTHERWISE INEXPERIENCED. GOVERNEMENT WAS BADLY FRIGHTEND AND MAY BENIFIFT FROM EXPERIENCE.”
This is a clear indictment that the Government of the United States was directly interfering in the internal affairs of a Sovereign State.
November 3, a secret conference of allied military officers was convened to discuss plans to stop the Communists take over.
The head of the French delegation General Niesel denounced the Provisional Government as being weak while the British condemned the US for not getting behind Konilov. General Knox, representing the British, was to push again the idea of a military coup and dictatorship. When challenged by Robbins, Knox’s response was at the suggestion that he may get a dictatorship (Lenin and Trotsky) of an entirely different character was recorded as saying in response to a question of whether to deal with Lenin and Trotsky “We will stand them up and shoot them”
Sailors could be like Libya Rebels?
By November 7, the revolution happened almost imperceptibly — rank and file people, soldiers, sailors with them proceeded to take over the key buildings across Petrograd.
By December 2 Ambassador Francis sent his report to the State Department about the emergence of a Cossack General Kaledin who had an army of 200,000. He recommended of a loan of $2mil to support the Kaledin cause…and so the final seeds were sown for the commencement of the Civil War. With that any hope that the Soviet Republic would be able to be an open and fully democratic state and have a respectable (to the West ) “social democratic face” was lost.
Frances was to meet Kaledin’s agents in Petrograd. At the same time the British intelligence service dispatched an agent Sidney Riley (a Russian born) to make contact with other forces opposed to the regime. Though still at war with Germany the New York Times described the Bolsheviks as “our most malignant enemies”
It was against this background of western subterfuge that the Russian counter-intelligence services were created. The Cheka was formed at a time a bitter Civil War had broken out.
It seems in 2011 the lessons have still not been learned about intervening in sovereign nations internal affairs; the exception being the young Spanish republic though democratically elected in 1936 was subjected to the Franco Military Coup and to a Civil War of 3 years. All while the Western Powers the guardians of democracy stood idly by while the Germans and Italians gave full personnel and material support to the Fascists
Lenin in debate
The Cheka was at the outset intended that formally to hand over “counter-revolutionaries and saboteurs” to the revolutionary tribunals. With the ebb and flow of the front lines the excesses not so unlike those of the Military Courts Martial of either the Allied or Central Powers in the 14-18 War summary elimination of deserters saboteurs and black marketers was common place.
In recent times we have seen such summary actions occur with our NATO Allies such as Greek Junta in the 60s or US South American Allies like Argentina and Chile. Always we the West has either stood idly by or been actively engaged in the violent overthrow of democratically elected governments where they have had a socialist character. Chile is a classic example with the overthrow of Salvador Allende who was the democratically elected president.
We have had the Military tribunals set for Guantanamo and the forcible and illegal rendition of prisoners. The hypocrisy one hears exhorted about the Russian revolution and it’s ideals would be laughable if it wasn’t for the fact our western democracies are as guilty by proxy in rise of the Cheka and NKVD ( the KGB came later) and the excesses attributed to those organisations in defence of the Russian revolution. Those excesses are directly the result of western interference and attacks on the young Russian Republic. It was inextricably tied to the rise of Stalin.
By August 1918, in support of the White Russians as opposed the Red [Army], British troops landed in Archangel and Murmansk, seized the Baku oil fields in the Caucuses. British French and 30,000 Japanese landed in Vladivostok and were later joined by US troops from the Philippines. 50,000 Czech troops who had deserted from the Austro-Hungarian Empire were mobilised against the Russians. Other countries involved were China, Greece, Romania and Turkey
Civil War Front lines
There were even 1500 Italians. In the Ukraine, the German troops continued to advance. Later after the 1918 war, the Germans were to be re mobilised to attack the Russians again alongside the Poles. To the North were the Fins who having recently overthrown their revolutionary government attacked Russia under the leadership of General Mannerheim supplied by the British and the Germans. Manerheim was later to be engaged in the Winter War prior to the outbreak of and during WW11 and was again supported by the British and Germans.
Interesting bedfellows we [ British] have had.
By 28 August 1918, a coup was organised by the British Sidney Riley in Moscow, the Government having been relocated there in 1918. There were to follow days of turmoil in the course of which Lenin was shot, from which he never fully recovered dying in 1924.
A proclamation was issued by a White Russian General Rozanoff”:
“that in any village that meets our men with arms will be burned down with all full grown men shot all homes burnt ….” The assault on “human rights supported by the west clearly starts with the ‘White’ Russians.
In 1919 at the Paris Peace conference, a plan was put forward the by German General Hoffman who was on the General Staff. It was known as the “Hoffman a plan” ….. to march on Moscow. Hoffman later reviled the West in his memoirs The War of Lost Opportunities for not having followed his plan.
General Hoffman
In 1923 the British Ambassador to Berlin following a visit to Hoffman concurred, writing “nothing can go right in the world until all the civilised powers unite and the Soviet Government is hung”.
Later versions of the Hoffman plan were to emerge with the support of French Generals Foch, Petain, Finn Mannerheim, Admiral Horthy and Director of British Navel Intelligence Sir Barry Domville.
Oil was to play its part in this One of the most important personalities to be drawn into this anti Soviet campaign was Sir Henri Wilhelm August Deterding…head of Royal Dutch Shell. Ther is a little more about the is English Peer further on in the blog
In 1924 Like the News of the World phone hacking today, back then the British Press was excelling itself with the so called Zinoviev letter. The letter was purportedly an instruction from Zinoviev, the international Communist Leader of the Comintern, to Pro Soviet Labour Party members how they might “assist in the revolutionising of the international and British proletariat just before in the upcoming election. It was published in the Daily Mail. Opportunistically Prime Minister Ramsay MacDonald tried to use the used the letter to his own ends by distancing himself from it though he had knowledge that it was a forgery.
What we saw in the 1920s we see with the News of The World 2011 We see it on Fox News everyday. We saw it in Vietnam out right lies and distortions and the Murdoch Press demonstrates today that facts and truth can be replaced by ideology. It is okay to tell lies either to protect the unfairness of society and make more money or you can tell the truth and not make more money. It’s a free choice the Daily Mail made and the same choice Murdoch makes to distort the News.
The Zinoviev letter was later found not only to be a forgery according to Scotland Yard but emanated from Germany and was sent to the paper by a George Bell who it turned out was on the payroll of Royal Dutch Shell who still had their eye on Russian oil. Incidentally Bob (Carr) for Donald Hayfield to liken Zinoviev looks as being rChico Marx is somewhat disingenuous and some might even think anti-Semitic since both were Jewish. It is remarkably stupid for an emeritus professor to write. In any event its unlikely that the Russians would of had a clue who Chico Marx was at the time given that he was in the US and there was after all no TV. I haven’t read the book “Stalin and his Hangmen” (not Henchmen as you wrote) but I am not surprised about his view given his family were Georgian (like Stalin) emigres to London having been on the losing side in the Civil War.
In the Cicli War; against this background of western intervention, the Cheka was formed and the seeds laid for the excesses and distortions of the Soviet Republic that were to emerge under Stalin. The Civil War was to continue for another 4 years until 1922 with the Reds taking back the Port of Vladivostok in Russia Far East. Fighting continued for well over another year so in effect the Civil War didn’t end until 1923. This victory was hardly won by a bunch of Clowns
Churchill
The Great Conspiracy Against Russia
Famine was rife across Russia while the interventionists continued to attempt to overthrow the regime. By 1922, British Secretary of War Churchill dispatched Sidney Reilly again, this time to Europe as well as to Russia, to sow furthers seeds of counter-revolution and outright acts of terrorism.
The Western intervention and the Civil had a devastating effect on the country’s economy. It is estimated that the total output of mines and factories in 1922 had fallen to 20% of the pre 14-18 World War level, some area had a more drastic decline; cotton production fell to 5%, and iron to 2% of pre-war levels. At the end of the Civil War Industrial output in 1922 was 13% of that in 1914
In just over 20 years the Soviets were to rip the guts out of the Nazi War machine at the cost of over 20 mil dead.
Who knows what the Soviet Union may have looked like had it not been for the Intervention of the Americans, British, French, Germans who are remarkably the same countries intervening in Libya to day…..just saying. What we do know is that this revolution inspired and continues to inspire people all over the planet all be it having learned from the errors of the young Soviet Republic. The video link here and below is a snapshot.
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Oil, Shell the Nazis and a British Peer
Which brings me back to Shell: In the course of my research on Sir Henri Wilhelm August DeterdingI discovered this Picture
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Nazi Funeral of Sir Henri Deterding
This funeral held 10 February 1939 with some trappings of a state funeral, was held at a private estate in Dobbin, Mecklenburg, Germany. The spectacle included a funeral procession led by a horse drawn funeral hearse (photograph above), with senior Nazis officials in attendance, Nazi salutes at the graveside, swastika banners on display and wreaths and personal tributes from Adolf Hitler and Hermann Göring. Oviously the [Young] Soviet republic the great experiment was under threat from all sides from 1917- 1941
Graveside Nazi Salutes
As Lloyd George stated at the conclusion to the First World War “The [Russian] peasant accepted Bolshevism for the same reason the French peasant accepted the French Revolution”. He wanted land and hope
In Gore Vidal’s most recent book “Point to Point” he makes a telling reference that while there appeared to be a plentiful bounty for all there is likelihood due to the return of the objective conditions that were the cause of the French and Russian revolutions means that such upheavals are most likely to occur again.
With the economic conditions now emerging from the late 90s with the widening gap between rich and poor, the foreign military adventures the indebtedness of the US the World Financial Crisis conditions of “revolution” are again surfacing. With that comes the risk of an erosion of our hard-won democratic rights.
As I wrote once in my Blog about Spain beware “for whom the bell tolls ….it tolls for you and me”
This war of intervention began in a veil of secrecy and dishonesty and ended in shameful disaster. There are some lessons from 1918 it seems we are yet to learn in 2011.In 1918 it was the British Intelligence Service today it is the CIA.
Never to have a post without some music video
Red Army Choir there are so many clips to choose but I settled on this…for now 🙂
Its a marching song from the perspective of someone standing at the road-side
Please view them as you wish and not too seriously a bit of tongue in cheek if you please.
I’ll Leave you with this Hell March red Alert 3
Red Alert
As with all my blogs I will come back with some refinements over the next few days.
I will have follow ups to Libya Syria Music of course but my slowness in blogging recently is caused by diversions to more pressing matters work being one:-)
I hope to get back on track soon
Regards Davie
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